Beach Party

Even now, I am surprised
when someone turns to listen
as I speak.
For a split second, I flounder
on the sound of their interest.
And suddenly, with a
Thudding
Inward
Pounding
Am beached. Like a bull whale;
stranded. Wordless.
Facing empty stones. Piddock hollow.
Feel the untrawled net of fear. Tighten,
Catch and
Pull.
For a second split, I am speechless.
Dry.
Redemption rolls in
Waves.
Stirs the Mickey Finn
Rushes at the underbelly.
Releases.
And as I spout,
I see they are only human too.